I've started working on a novel… here's what I have done so far.

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Prelude

As John Richards stared at the hundreds of poor souls around him, he

wondered what had went wrong. Everything had gone according to plan. He had

broken into the hideout and transmitted the plans to HQ. As he was leaving, a

sudden movement caused him to turn around, but it was too late. The last thing he

remembered was a glimpse of the stock of a gun as it collided with his skull.

The door to the cell opened, and two masked men holding Ak-47s entered the room. "Are you the one called John?" the tallest one grunted as he poked John in the chest with the barrel of his gun.

"Yes, I am, what do you want me for?"

"Fool! Come this way, now!" the one who seemed in charge ordered.

As they marched John out of the room, John looked back at the faces of his fellow captives. They wouldn't get away with it.

"Over here!" The tall one growled, gesturing toward an opening in the corridor's wall with his gun.

John obeyed and walked through the opening, to find a dimly lit room with cruel looking devices decorating the walls.

"Sit." The leader ordered, pointing to a chair.

"Now put this on him." he said, handing the other a blindfold.

The tall one obeyed, blindfolding John and binding him to the chair. John heard the metallic clank of the door being locked as the guards left him.

A minute passed, then two, then three. Finally, John heard footsteps approaching. As they grew nearer, he noticed something strange about them. They seemed oddly metallic. He heard the door being unlocked, some talking in a language that was foreign to his ears, then silence.

A few minutes later, gunfire broke the silence, and the last thing John ever heard was a raspy voice saying "Nothing can stop us, nothing will stand in our way."

Chapter I

Jacques glanced down at his watch: 1500 hours; he was running late. He flagged down a taxi and told the driver to take him to the NATO headquarters. As he waited to arrive, he wondered what he was needed for. All the dispatch had said was that ‘an urgent situation had presented itself and needs an immediate response’.

The taxi arrived at the headquarters; Jacques paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi, which sped off in search of another customer. Jacques walked into the building and went to the conference room. A short Frenchmen shook Jacques’ hand, “Bonjour, Monsieur Badeau, I wish that we could have met under better circumstances, but duty calls.â€? An American CIA agent showed Jacques to his seat.

“Mr. Badeau, are you aware of what has transpired these last few days in the Hezbollah crisis?â€? an Israeli Mossad agent seated across the table inquired.

“I’m afraid not, sirâ€?

“I see, I’ll have Mr. Charles here brief you on the incidents,â€? the agent indicated a British M15 officer wearing civilian clothes.

“Last year, as you know, a massive conflict between Israel and the Hezbollah resulted in high tensions between Hezbollah and the Israelis.â€? Charles continued, “Recently, Israelis have been kidnapped, and often murdered. The Mossad held the Hezbollah, now the official governing body of Lebanon, accountable. The Hezbollah denied taking any part in the kidnappings, but the rate of these occurrences has increased. Recently, the USA’s CIA sent a team of seven investigators to a known Hezbollah hideout in hopes of finding proof of Hezbollah involvement. None of them returned when they were supposed too, but one was able to give us this before he was lost.â€?

Charles handed Jacques a printout, on which was a Hezbollah memo with references to a plot to assassinate the leaders of the G8. “This, this is horrible,â€? Jacques said under his breath as he began understanding the full implications of this threat.

“Yes, I know, that is why we’ve selected you to lead an infiltration into the Hezbollah stronghold. You are to retrieve as much information as possible on the plan, and, if you deem it necessary, kill any operatives assigned to the assassination team. Do you accept?â€? said the Mossad agent.

“I accept the assignment; however, may I inquire as to who I will be working with?â€? Jacques responded.

“Most certainly, you will be working with a CIA operative and a Russian SVR agent; Mr. Charles will lead a team consisting of a Dutch MIVD agent and a Mossad operative. Both teams will remain separate and keep a low profile, but you are to keep in constant contact in case assistance is required, understood?â€? the Mossad operative concluded.

“I understand.â€?

“Very well, now, if you’ll come with me, we’ll get you ready, we’ll deploy at 2200 hours. Dismissed.â€?

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What do you think? The first chapter might need some editing…

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Ah cripes, no indentation… sorry about the screwy formatting.